Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 189

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Liam leaned slightly on Mondo’s shoulder, his steps uneven.

Meanwhile, Izzy wrapped her arm around his waist, doing her best to steady him as they led him into the house.

“He’s heavier than he looks,” Mondo muttered under his breath.

“He’s solid muscle,” Izzy replied, adjusting her grip as they made it to the living room. She never thought that one day, she would have to drag a drunk Liam back into their house.

“Right,” Mondo grunted. “Next time he gets drunk at his own launch party, I’m letting someone else carry him.”

Liam said nothing. His head lolled slightly, his eyes half–closed, but he was still conscious–just barely.

“Let’s get him to the bedroom,” Izzy said.

With Mondo’s help, they managed to guide Liam down the hall and into the master bedroom. He collapsed onto the mattress the moment they reached it, landing with a heavy thud. His shoes were still on, his shirt untucked, and his blazer crumpled beneath him.

Mondo exhaled, rolling his shoulders. “You sure you’ve got it from here?”

Izzy nodded. “Yeah. Go home. You’ve done enough.”

“Text me if you need backup,” he said, already stepping out.

“Right… that thing that I told you. Can you please find out what happened?” Izzy asked.

“Will do.”

As soon as she heard the front door close, Izzy turned to Liam, who was now fully passed out.

“Of course,” she muttered to herself, tugging his blazer off. “You sleep now after making everyone babysit you.”

She tossed the blazer aside and loosened his tie. After a few tugs, she managed to get his shoes off, then his socks. He didn’t stir. She sighed. “I should probably clean you up.”

But first, soup.

her hair up as she opened the fridge. She gathered the ingredients quickly–broth, garlic, green onions, soft tofu, and a few spices Liam had sworn by the last time he told her how to cure a hangover. “Strong flavors. Low oil.

steps as quietly as she could. It would take some time for it to

was sprawled across the bed, one arm over

grabbed a warm cloth and wiped him down–his neck, his arms,

for a moment, towel still in hand. His brows were relaxed now, and the lines on his forehead softened. Vulnerable.

best she could, then pulled a blanket over his bare torso. The room was

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look away.

if she found out. About the pieces you moved. The people you paid off. The way you kept her in the dark to get

smiled, small and sharp. “Try it.

eyes. “Is that a

wondering how you are able to prove all this allegations

wasn’t shaken. Not anymore. He wasn’t the ten–year–old boy who used to lose sleep over his father’s moods. Not the

had disappointed him, but because he had always resisted. Even as a kid, Liam never did what was expected just for the sake of obedience. He asked questions. He made different choices. He refused to fold under pressure. Olivier saw that as

defiance was

you’re in control now,” Olivier said, stepping closer to the desk. “I see. Was it because you now have your company? Your name? Your marriage?” Olivier scoffed. “Let’s make this simple Liam. You either start listening to me–or I

Liam didn’t speak.

you made sure she found out about Calen and Monica in the worst way possible. And when I

“And then you’ll be alone.

didn’t flinch. He

stared at

and stepped closer to the desk.

about Amalia, too,” he said. “About how you fed her debts. About how you made sure she owed more money to those backdoor lenders. You knew she would gamble. You let it happen. Then you waited. Until she pawned Isabella’s properties just to crawl out

didn’t change.

her desperate. You wanted her vulnerable. You wanted to be the only one who could help. You wanted

didn’t stop there.

timing right when Calen Weiss was starting to rebuild? That was you too. You exposed it. You wanted

gaze didn’t leave his son.

one would trace it back. You thought it was buried deep enough, shuffled through offshore

He smiled, briefly.

“Except me.”

Liam remained still.